A book of poetry for people who don't really like poetry.

Why is it bedtime for entropy? Perhaps because it was determined that entropy cannot be calculated after all. Perhaps it is a metaphor that's either personal, societal or both. Or maybe the author decided it would sound stupid to use the same word in a book title too many times, so it was time to put the whole "Entropy" concept to bed.

Is this book the same as the last one? Yes and no. Is it in a coherent sequence? Sort of. Is it good poetry? That's debatable. Will it all end-up making sense? Probably not. But is it fun to read? Quite possibly.

This book might or might not be the sequel to Calculated Entropy -it might even be the other way around-you decide. It's bedtime for sanity. It's bedtime for justice. It's bedtime for democracy. And alas, it might just be bedtime for Mother Earth. It's...